The weather has turned. Autumn is warming the colours in the trees, and when the alarm goes off in the mornings, I wake to a dark room.
This sucks, clearly. Even with the patented combat roll method that has me in the shower and wet within a minute of the clock going off, it’s still poo, and does nasty things to my sleep patterns. I notice that I have more problems getting and staying asleep at this time of the year than any other. After daylight savings kicks in I’m fine. I’m kind of used to fumbling my way to the bathroom in pitch blackness by then. But up until that point… zombie.
The Wired wiki has some interesting pointers on sleep-hacking. Mostly common-sense, but that’s never stopped me before.
Maybe I should just try the 28 Hour Day. It’ll come in handy come November, when I’m back into the cruel discipline of Novel-Writing Month…
EXCUSES AND HALF TRUTHS 